Disclaimer: This is so untrue and pure fiction kian and nicky here is not in westlife!!! so just enjoy it!!!
Angelic Kian
I ran down the carpeted stairs of my apartment building towards the sex palace, cigarette in my mouth. I'd been drinking all night and some very excellent ecstasy pumped through me, mixed with adrenaline. I was insatiable on my own. The streets were rather clear for a Friday night, I had the impression that people were on their way home, while I was on my way out. Like a drugged-out and horny vampire, I enter the sex castle and purchase a small lubricant packet and a couple of condoms. I stalk the aisles like an obvious predator, men are avoiding eye contact with me. A guy and his hooker-trick exit one of the rooms, stumbling drunk and I take the room. There are empty drug bags on the floor that I sift through, I try to avoid the small puddles of fresh come around them.
The stench in the cubicle is horrendous so I opt to occupy another one. As I walk past one of the rooms, I notice that the door is halfway opened and I peek inside. There is a stunning man, 22 yrs. old, blonde blue eyed, shorts down around his ankles, shirtless. He's sitting on a chair and masturbating like a dog in heat and I say:
"Hello there, how are we tonight, mind if I watch?"
He ignores me, figures I'm a fag, but he's so horny that he can't take his hand off of his cock for a second to close the little, come-stained door. I step inside, testing his boundaries. He got the most delicious arms and he has beautiful hair on his body. Just enough. His muscles are large as well, his biceps are packed and his chest is wide and welcoming. The ecstasy is still zooming in me and all I want to do is help him out, suck him off, but he still ignores me. I excuse myself. He looks up suddenly.
"Are you coming back?"
"Did you want me to?"
"Yeah, come back in a minute."
I figure that maybe he's pee-shy or something like that, so I honor his request and something tells me to go and buy fruit flavored lubricant. I do so.
Upon my return his door is locked, so I knock three times. It opens up and he's still alone. I lock the door. His cock looks even bigger than before, he's stroking it maniacally and watching a woman getting fucked by two men on the TV screen. The tiny room is filled with moans, but they aren't mine or his, they're the piggish grunts of overweight women getting fucked by big, Blonde guy's dicks. Not too bad, I guess. I'm slightly aroused even, I'm on drugs.
I ask him:
"Why did you want me to come back?" I stand a short distance away from him, fully clothed.
He ignores me for another spell of time, and then addresses me without removing his eyes from the pornography that the televisions are vomiting before him. His eyes open wide and he spreads his legs wider, something entices him. Someone knocks on our door.
He keeps his eyes on the screen, I try to wait for a reaction from him.
"Open the door please." He looks over at me.
"Sure." I unlock the sleazy lock.
A tall and bizarre looking man walks in without introducing himself. He has lesions on his face and there's a hint of make-up still on his cheeks, a true nocturne, perhaps a drag queen out of drag, a vampire.
"Here you go Kian." He hands Kian a small bag of something. Drugs.
Kian looks at it and hands him a twenty.
The man looks over at me and winks. I didn't like his appearance or his vibe.
He asks us: "Mind if I watch?"
"Get out." I tell him. He leaves immediately. I lock the door, double-check it. I wasn't in the mood to share at this point, this Kian character treated me like he trusted me. He snorts the drugs off the top of a CD case and shakes his head wildly from left to right. He gives me some, I never even ask him what it is, I guess it was either more ecstasy or meth. My own drugged body was shaking at my knees, I wanted to touch him and suck him off. My sexual desperation was mounting and his large and slicked cock could not escape the admiration of my eyes. I told him my name was Nicky. My eyes watered, I sneezed repeatedly and wiped my snot on the come-stained walls.
"Cool name dude. Are you a cock sucker?" He watches the TV religiously. I liked the feeling I got from him.
"Of course I'm a cock sucker, why else would I stand here watching you beat your meat for?" He looks over at me and smirks, he has beautiful blue eyes. He leans over and grabs me by my belt.
"Come suck this dick Nicky." He offers himself to me. I'm excited to perform on him because I can tell he's straight and straight guys are completely in your control when you're gay and you're sucking them off. His eyes bulge out of his head when I grab the impressive length and I slick it up and down with fruit flavored lubricant before sucking it. I admire his body momentarily as he anxiously grinds his midsection in hopes of getting me to suck him off sooner.
By the time I put it in my mouth, he'd waited anxiously and he let out a puppy whimper. His hands immediately caress my ears, comb through my hair as I give him all I've got. My own drugs were beginning to take off, and by now I was ready to be a whore and he wanted one. I suck him hard and squeeze him with my hand while he's watching hetero porn and moaning in deep sexual satisfaction. He lights a cigarette and calls me `Honey'. I just continue sucking him like I hadn't sucked a man in years, his cock is perfect, probably over eight inches and impeccably shaped. His balls are like hairy walnuts, I give them a good licking and he whines like a little boy, begs me to get back on the pole.
In the background I can hear the televisions blaring their numerous obscenities, women orgasm one after the other in a string of moaning and unintelligible gasping and long heavy breathing. In the stall next to us, number twenty four, a man was screams at the top of his lungs. I imagine he's getting fucked by an oversized dildo or some other exaggerated object. I wonder what will happen next because this Mitchell character is so handsome that I have to relish every lick, every touch that I can. It's not every day that a gorgeous blonde guy spreads his legs for me and begs me to suck him like he's never been sucked before. I get back on the pole, much to his delight. And mine.
Another bang at the door.
I move to get up and open the door and Kian grabs my hair and pushes me back down on his cock. I'm turned on by the minor violence and cooperate. He yells to the unknown knocker:
"Not now Shane!!!" The door remains silent.
As I'm sucking him off I smell the scent of good grass burning in a joint. Kian offers me a drag while I'm slurping on him. I let go of him and take a deep draw, the smoke gets in my eyes and temporarily blinds me. I ignore the benign pain and get back on the meat pole, I suck it until I have his full attention and now his legs are shaking. He removes his shorts and underwear through the leg holes of his shorts and now I have him completely nude and in my grasp, glorious in a pair of beat up converse sneakers. He calls me Honey', he says oh' over and over again and I'm feeling the ecstasy I'd forgotten about and I'm thrilled because my jaws aren't sore yet. I have the feeling it will be one of those eternal drugged-out blow jobs that resolve in a floppy dick with nothing coming out of it.
I once again bury my head under his balls for a change of scenery and I lick him in the hot spots which he enjoys spastically. The television is still blaring slimy moans and the sounds of wet flesh being rubbed together, I can hear latex and aggravated pink skin making friction. I start to think about what he's thinking about, this blonde sexy lad, the stunning man with soft blue eyes. This man who has allowed me, a complete stranger, instant access to his sexual need. As I'm sucking, as I go up and down the length of his pride, I think about what sort of life he might have, what he might do for work, perhaps he has a wife and children. I wonder if he's gay and slowly coming out. He is affectionate and appreciative, not abusive and manipulative like the occasional straight encounters I've had with men where the cock sucker, the engineer of the sex act, is emasculated and rendered a woman, lower than a man. He calls me by my name and says things like, Dude that feels so good' and hot cock sucking, Nicky'.
As he flicks the channels back and forth I decide to finish him off.
He stands up for a moment to feed the machine more money.
"Get up Nicky." He lifts me up off of my knees.
"What?" I stand up in front of him. He undoes my zipper and squirts fruity lubricant on my cock.
"I wanna suck your dick, too Nicky." I'm surprised and remain silent, I allow him to, of course.
His cock sucking is loose, not experienced. I tell him to suck harder and he does for a minute. He puts my whole cock in his mouth and sucks it gently while I look at his pecs and abs. I run my hands through his blonde hair and encourage him to suck me harder but I get the impression that he is afraid of hurting my cock. He loses interest in sucking my dick and I notice that his erection has fallen.
"Suck my dick again Nicky." He looks at me with needy eyes and I can't resist, I get the feeling that he is a sensitive misfit, an angelic mischief maker. I want to suck him while he is soft, that's a huge turn-on for me and I feel like I'm about to explode in my jeans. He rubs himself reluctantly and I know exactly what he wants. He stands up against the wall this time. I get on the floor, I can see streaks of dried come on the walls, the door. I kneel before him and let him have it.
I pound my face into him like a jackhammer, I squeeze him and twist my hands around his shaft, making sure to massage every surface area of his rod. I can hear him moaning so I slow down my rhythm to build him up again. He puts his hand on my head, encouraging me to resume my attack and I slowly get back to my original speed. Before I know it he's whining and grinding his pubic hair on my nose and lips.
"Harder Nicky, harder", he begs.
I suck him harder while the women and men in the porno are losing their bearings, they orgasm in succession and my head id filled with the sound of both sexes losing their minds committing, probably, the most pleasurable act known to man. Kian's breathing intensifies and precum is oozing out of him like fruit juice. He grabs my ears and I'm deafened for a few moments and all I can hear are the impacts of my head hitting his midsection like a demolition ball, I'm pulling on his cock as hard as I can and suddenly my mouth is filling with warm come. While he comes I squeeze the base of his cock as hard as I could and his eyes pop out of his head like cannon balls.
I interrupt the ejection of his sperm with alternating sucks and high pressure squeezing at his cock's base. Kian got on his feet as his orgasm was stretched out past the usual ten or so seconds. Semen continues to squirt out of his cock like spit, his legs are shaking and he tries to pull his cock out of the hold of my mouth and hands but I follow him and suck every last drop out of him. He looks down at me in half horror as I lick up the final drops of his man seed. I stand up and jack myself off, my semen flies four or five feet ahead of me and onto the wall. It crawls down the wall like angelic snot as we dress ourselves.
"Thanks, Kian." I admire his unbelievable beauty for perhaps the last time.
"No, Thank you Nicky." He steps forward and kisses me on my lips passionately, winks.
"Where are you going now?" I twist around, wrapping my belt around my waist. I check the time. It is seven in the morning, a pack's worth of cigarette butts litter the stall's floor. We'd been in the stall for hours.
"What time is it?" Kian gazes at me, his friendliness hasn't worn off post-sex.
"Seven."
"Good, the bars just opened." He winks and we leave.